and for me , my love is a war
w ith a person close to me
and I have the power to do it
It was a very hard chore
to get to the core
of where my power lies
You must be thinking, “What is my power?”
Am I a superhuman, with superpowers?
No
I’m no Superman, with bones of steel
or the power to be magically healed
My power is money
And enough to accomplish my goal
Without it having been stolen
But before I get to how I got here
You must know about my past, my there
In full retrospect my story is cliché
I had a bride to-be and a best friend
But they were both taken from me, without a care
When I was gone
It wasn’t fair
You see, I was an explorer for gold
It was my passion, even at eight years old
I once had the nerve and sold
Some jewelry I found that was cold
But enough with my past-past, I must tell my story
From a closer past
When I was gone on a hunt for loot
Someone had the nerve to shoot
me in the head
try to make me dead
It worked, my old self is dead, I was reborn
I had no memory, but a man in the city
taught me everything
You see, he worked for a nation’s leader
His right hand
He knew it all
and I learned it all
Economics, math, and physics, even a sport or two
How to act in court
Then one day it all came back
my old me, his memory
The first thing in my mind was, who would kill me
If it was a hit, who would pay the fee
Only, then I didn’t care
whoever did it, I would make it fair
But, I went back to the hunt
And I found it my power
Then it hit me
I knew who killed me
Kill me
Kill me
The old me
It was my best friend, and I knew why
But I was assure when I went home, but not as me
I took a new ID, just for me
His name, Logan Crest
He is the best
Smart, sophisticated, and importantly, very rich
Bu t back on topic, my plan shot off like a rocket
Once I found out what happened
To my life, my family
I had been gone a decade
My friend had my fiancée, that I hate to say
he was powerful too
But not as strong as me
He was a court judge, so to take my revenge, he would need a nudge
My plan was easy; destroy his life, the one he took from me
But not with a knife
Only my own power
Now this is how it happened:
I made friends with his bank, with a lot of money to thank
During the time, I began to make friends with my enemy
And slowly move back on his wife, my former life
As time passed, I began to assert myself in the community
make Crest look the best in humanity
Then a plot twist hit my stage
But I didn’t get into a rage
She asked if I were her dead fiancé
I said “he died and my friend was going to pay”
as she left, she told me the kid they had was mine
I never said I was he but she could see
I knew I won, now it was time to get the one
Who destroyed me
So I made my move, he had no clue
With an interrogation him, I asked about the old me
from that he had the key
To know it was me
I tricked his confession, in that session
With odd payments from his account, that was I could concur
Outside the doors, the police were
Once he went away, I just to say yay
Then went on my way and got the family I deserved, back
I am now lacks
As I think back, why did I live
Was it divine justice, I was supposed to give
or just luck
But in the end, I did indeed transcend to a better life,
From him, that who stole from me
FIN
Connor F. (2011)
Works Cited:
"Fair Play - demotivational poster - 119." Photograph. First Last. Web. 9 Sep 2011.
